Hidden by Hafiz 

I have a book called, “A Year with Hafiz.” If you don’t know who Hafiz is, you are missing out travelers.

Missing. Out.

Today’s poem is Hidden.

Even the shadow of God is brillant, so brilliant, so much so even God has trouble looking at HImself as that…unless He is more disguised, hidden in illusion, hidden as He can be, in us.

 

 

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